The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-12-04
SOME PARK ROW SCENES.
WHERE SOMETHING STRIKING
MAY BE SEEN IN GOTHAM.

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Doctor Who Sends Patients South
Havana as Place of Residence-The
Tribute Which Cuba Pays Spain
The Danger of an Instruction.
NEW YORK, Dec. 3.-There is no more
interesting thoroughfare in New York than
Park Row. 1t has more street railway
tracks and large crowds and is more danger
Gus to cross than Broadway, but there are
no policemen there to help pedestrians
across as on Broadway. The charm OF the
street lies in the study of the odd characters
that frequent it, On the steps of ono of the
great newspaper buildings sits an old Irish
apple woman. Her head is wrapped up in
a wooden shawl She wears the same warm
costume winter and summer Whether the
thermometer be at zero or ninety in the
shade, she is always at her post as she has
been for wears. A portly old newsman
stands in front of the same office with his
papers laid ont on the steps. lie Is a
deputy sheriff, a fact which inspires the
llewsboys who throng the place with great
respect.
Every afternoon a tall man with black
hair carefully oiled, moustache waXed and
ancient plug hat brushed, walks along the
street. He wears a long black coat OF
great antiquity and keeps his hand thrust
IN his bosom. He looks the perfect type OF
n crushed but still proud tragedian. He
walks slowly as if anxious TO create the I'M
preston that he is a gentleman OF leisure.
he never varies the time Tor his sIrOll.
When he has been on exhibition an hour he
disappears. and if you follow him you will
zee him enter a tailor shop and dof his
threadbare coat He seems TO lay off his
pride with it, and assuming the croSs-legged
position of his craft, he patiently goes to
stitching.
At precisely 3 o'clock every afternoon you
hear queer cry, in an almost unearthly
zone of voice, repeated at intervals OF every
half minute. You cannot make out what
it is, but YOU discover that it is being made
by rather young looking, stoop-shouldered
blind man who is selling papers. At each
shout he hits the sidewalk hard rap with
his cane.
As the afternoon draws on the crowd in-
creases. newsboys dart up from the base
ments of the newspaper offices and go rush
ing and yelling down the street, vendors of
all sorts of edibles take their place along the
curbs and even in the very street itself,
making the teams turn aside for them. One
old woman with basketful of doubtful APP
pearing cakes, in the midst of which has
been thrust a stick loaded with pretzels, sits
down at the base of the statue of Franklin.
Italians, who sell ice-cream at a penny in
summer and roasted cheStnuts in winter,
range themselves in line with the pretzel
vender, but keep at respectful distance.
Once upon time one of their number upseJ
her basket of cakes, whereupon she fell upon
his ice-cream can and cast its contents on
the pavement ard routed him.
In front Of a newspaper Office opposite the
post Office an old woman sells very greasy
crullers to youths who, strangely enough,
seem to retain their digestive organs in
normal condition in spite of their danger
GUS diet She is reputed TO be rich, as the
fruit of years of cruller-selling and economy.
A Turk, wearing a red iez, pushes along
to favorable point on the street a cart on
which is a gaudy, rudely painted sign bear
ing Turkish and an American flag, and
this legend: ''Tahi Helva, or the oriental,
estimable and delicious confectionery, i'm
ported direct from Constantinople 1t
purifies the blood The tourists who have
visited the orient will testify to this fact p"
The stuff is a large round cake of yellow
looking candy, a small chunk of which sells
for sc Ii resembles in color and is about
as delicious as beeswax.
A man with long, gray hair falling over
his shoulders and a full beard walks briskly
past one OF the newspaper offices You
would be willing to wager that he is poet
or an artist, but he isn't He occupies the
prosaic position of owner of a big transfer
line who's, ponderous wagons transport the
mails to the trains and steamers and help
make Park Row dangerous crossing
Two Cinnamon, each carrying a big map
under his arm, amble along. and one of
them is so jostled by the crowd that he
thrusts the end of his roll of map into the
back of a man who is carrying a string of
rabbits on his shoulder, a gun in one hand
and leading dog with the other. He turns
20 curse the Chinaman and blocks the mar
row sidewalk. Not far away an old woman
dressed il gray energies from one of the
stores, stands a moment on the step, lifts
her face and utter5 brief prayer of thanks
giving People stop to stare at her, but she
does not heed them She has been to ask a
donation for some charitable object. and
has received it. She is Mrs Roberts. the
wife of the first President of Liberia.
Precious little praying is heard on Park
Row. and soon you hear more profanity
some gamin who have been pitching pen
MES in the park hold brief consultation
and then make a concerted rush on the
chestnut stand of one of the Italians. His
goods go flying over the pavement, and with
VolleYs of fierce oaths he runs after the
leader of the gang. OF course he doesn't
get him, and while he is away the bows
hastily gather up the nuts and run away 70
meet the ring leader and give him his share
of the booty
Italian women carrying great bundles of
sticks and boards stagger along under their
burdens, and one of them, who turns out
into the street to make faster progress,
barely escapes being crushed beneath one of
the big rolls Of paper that are being I'M
loaded in front OF newspaper building.
A colored man comes out of one of the
restaurants on the street. He walks as if
all his joints were loose. Now he takes a
Dundreary skip, then long stride; now he
grimaces and again he grins He is waiter,
and one of the oldest characters which fire.
quent Park Row.
An intoxicated man, evidently a stranger
TO the city, is carried along by the current
hof pedestrians. He falls against this one
aud that, ana keeps repeating over and
over again, ''Havin' hic-- lots O fun hic. "
A well-dressed New Yorker who probably
sells him goods, discovers him. leads him
across the park to a hack stand and sends
him to his hotel after having taken from
him all his money for safe-keeping Visit
Park Row at any hour of the day or night
and you will see something striking.